The Plot Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Plot
It was after eight o`clock in the evening before it got cool
enough to go for a little drive my interest the savannah
like grass made golden by the falling sun, it was then I saw
the eyes of lions keeping an eye on me. Lions around here
are not bigger than a cat you can take one home but it
scratches your furniture is untidy and bite.

I had a beautiful girlfriend, let me hastily add years ago,
she was intensely jealous going out with her was an ordeal
I had to look at her or the table it was like she wanted to be
inside of my eyes to see what I saw.
One day she broke up with me and slammed the door shut,
her friend came asked me to take her home since it was dark.
She invited me for a coffee suspecting foul play said no thanks
The day after I dried my feet on the town`s doormat took
the bus down to the coast and re- joined the merchant navy.
I dint’s come near the place for years. Yes, I learned then it had
been a sordid little plot.

It is beautiful driving around her as the shadows get longer
I stop the bike and the stillness is beautiful nature doesn’t
play tricks it just is and I`m not burdened by age this evening
and there are no poisonous snakes here.